His eyebrows pulled together. “I think this weekend is perfect,” he muttered. I shook my head. “Another time.” “You aren’t the only one who’s been trapped in this house, you know.” He frowned at me. Suspicion returned. This kind of behavior was unlike him. He was always so impossibly selfless; I knew it was making me spoiled. “You can go anywhere you want,” I pointed out. “The outside world holds no interest for me without you.” I rolled my eyes at the hyperbole. “I’m serious,” he said.
